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Theres not a sign of life anymore |
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no happy view through the open door |
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he must have given up on himself |
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its terrible how far people go |
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its one of these days when |
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its a minute away from storming |
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when theres electricity in the air |
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you can almost hear |
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feeling so much anger isolation and distress |
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cant survive all this tenderness |
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climbing out dreams of leaving |
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in the mourning light |
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cant control my anger |
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i am wasted away |
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i wont make it another damn day |
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crying out dreams of leaving |
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in the mourning light |
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when the sunshine burns the night |
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Theres unknown beauty in everything |
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when second turns into a sea of time |
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coming up pictures almost forgotten |
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the animas dance with the soul |
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its one of these days when |
|
its a minute away from storming |
|
when theres electricity in the air |
|
you can almost hear |
|
feeling so much anger isolation and distress |
|
cant survive all this tenderness |
|
climbing out dreams of leaving |
|
in the mourning light |
|
cant control my anger |
|
i am wasted away |
|
i wont make it another damn day |
|
crying out dreams of leaving |
|
in the mourning light |
|
when the sunshine burns the night |
|
cant control my anger |
|
i am wasted away |
|
i wont make it another damn day |
|
crying out dreams of leaving |
|
in the mourning light |
|
when the sunshine burns the night |
